Job 30:31
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
And my music has been turned to sorrow, and the sound of my pipe into the noise of weeping.
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30My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
15The joy of our hearts is ended; our dancing is changed into sorrow.
27My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
28I go about in dark clothing, uncomforted; I get up in the public place, crying out for help.
10And all joy is gone; no longer are they glad for the fertile field; and in the vine-gardens there are no songs or sounds of joy: the crushing of grapes has come to an end, and its glad cry has been stopped.
11For this cause the cords of my heart are sounding for Moab, and I am full of sorrow for Kir-heres.
9Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
10My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
4Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
16But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
11By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;
5Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
6He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
18Sorrow has come on me! my heart in me is feeble.
8Make sounds of grief like a virgin dressed in haircloth for the husband of her early years.
31For this cause I will give cries of grief for Moab, crying out for Moab, even for all of it; I will be sorrowing for the men of Kir-heres.
21My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
10Your feasts will be turned into sorrow and all your melody into songs of grief; everyone will be clothed with haircloth, and the hair of every head will be cut; I will make the weeping like that for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day.
20See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
21Give ear to the voice of my grief; I have no comforter; all my haters have news of my troubles, they are glad because you have done it: let the day of fate come when they will be like me.
12Come to me, all you who go by! Keep your eyes on me, and see if there is any pain like the pain of my wound, which the Lord has sent on me in the day of his burning wrath.
13From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
7The new wine is thin, the vine is feeble, and all the glad-hearted make sounds of grief.
8The pleasing sound of all instruments of music has come to an end, and the voices of those who are glad.
4My heart is deeply wounded, and the fear of death has come on me.
36So my heart is sounding for Moab like the sound of pipes, and my heart is sounding like pipes for the men of Kir-heres: for the wealth he has got for himself has come to an end.
16For these things I am weeping; my eye is streaming with water; because the comforter who might give me new life is far from me: my children are made waste, because the hater is strong.
6I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
3Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
4My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
3On a ten-corded instrument, and on an instrument of music with a quiet sound.
2Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.
3When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
17My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
38If my land has made an outcry against me, or the ploughed earth has been in sorrow;
21For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am broken: I am dressed in the clothing of grief; fear has taken me in its grip.
24In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
3My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?
11By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
14I have become the sport of all the peoples; I am their song all the day.
25Have I not been weeping for the crushed? and was not my soul sad for him who was in need?
14I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
10My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
20My tent is pulled down and all my cords are broken: my children have gone from me, and they are not: no longer is there anyone to give help in stretching out my tent and hanging up my curtains.
4My mind is wandering, fear has overcome me: the evening of my desire has been turned into shaking for me.
8For this I will be full of sorrow and give cries of grief; I will go uncovered and unclothed: I will give cries of grief like the jackals and will be in sorrow like the ostriches.